Dreamaclipse

In all the dreams eclipsing my thoughts consistently twisted and tangled in knots, I fall to weary wandering whims; persistent pastimes held within a trance to behold in a stance to stare at lovely conceptions under where I wear assortments of hats – do you know this? Did you find that? How pleasant it feels to be loved and desired, company composes connections like wires of dreams eclipsing thoughts consistently twisted: what’s right, what’s wrong, what’s wonderful wicked

Isn’t this just another power trip? What happens when someone makes you a switch? Is that going to make you switch? Babel on